The Pit (Ground Zero)

To stand before
The pit
And not waver.
To shed a tear
But not fall.
To feel the whisper
Of angels
And listen.
To be still
And remember it all.
To know that
Hope still lingers
To feel the
Blood rush
Through living veins.
To learn the lesson
And move forward
To feel at peace again.
This is my prayer,
While defying
The specter
Of catastrophe and doom,
That one voice
Can mingle
With millions
And this spot become
A healing room.

Lynn Irwin Stewart
May 31, 2002

I put this poem on the fence at Trinity Church near from Ground Zero in July, 2002. They have said that they kept everything that was put there so I'm assuming it's filed away somewhere.